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#823 theoldmortuary ponders

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I’m not entirely sure where this blog is going today. After a morning of rather dull admin I gave myself a little break and did some test printing and gave some new watercolours a bit of a run out as a reward for tasks achieved.  A little digital tweaking and I created this header post. Big thanks to everyone who responded so positively to yesterday’s blog, I love feedback, you all make my pondering a positive experience.

#822 theoldmortuary ponders.

I suppose yesterday’s blog was loosely about books and today’s mild ponder is also about a book, one that I have not read.

A quote from this book was shared with my book group and I felt that I disagreed with the writer to some degree.

It didn’t exactly keep me up all night but now I am going to have to read the book and see why the author felt the need to take such a cavalier attitude to her past. It is my safe past experiences that give me the confidence to press on into the cloud, as she puts it, of the future. Like many people not everything in my past was fabulous, but all past experience is useful. I suppose what shocks me is that she considers past experience to be ‘ dead’. It is unalterable, but surely it is as alive and vivid as I allow it to be.

And this is exactly why I have a book pile problem. This quote will piss me off until I have read the whole book. Pondering. Is it ever possible to turn it off?

And this is why my book piles are out of control…

#810 theoldmortuary ponders.

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I am not the only family member that ponders. Hugo finds pondering easiest on a comfy bed. He is pondering the quality of the biscuits he was given in a pub in Penzance. I was at the same pub but not given a biscuit, a tickle or photographed by a stranger, looking cute near a ship’s wheel or staring masterfully at a sextant. For me the pub itself became a massive ponder.

The Admiral Benbow is one of the oldest pubs in Penzance. It has elevated itself from an illegal drinking den in the sixteenth century to a regular pub with an irregular clientele in later centuries. All safely in the past. Famed for being the meeting place of pirates, smugglers, wreckers and all other forms of seafaring miscreants. The pub would also have been a great place for all varieties of prostitution to thrive.  My ponder on the subject of the Admiral Benbow is really about the whitewashing of crime and criminals, illegal activity in all its many forms by the passing of time and the ‘ romance of the sea’

I cannot imagine choosing to spend an evening in a pub or club associated with 21st Century criminals. Drug dealers, handlers of stolen goods, people traffickers, or perpetrators of modern slavery.

But centuries passing and a whiff of the sea makes sharing a time-hop space with the imagining of rogues acceptable, fascinating and enjoyable.

Romance and fantasy stick themselves to the sea and seafarers in a way that seems disproportionate and mystifying. The whites of tropical uniforms are a ‘thing’ in both heterosexual and queer culture. Sailors have a word for a temporary madness that hits them in the tropics.

Calenture a sort of giddiness that brings a heightened state of excitement in hot weather. Throwing themselves into the sea for fun and feeling sexually aroused.

Seafarers really do get some of the best words.

As I sat in the Admiral Benbow enjoying a rum,while Hugo enjoyed a good sea dog biscuit it was easy to imagine the bar boasts of olden times. I really hope Calenture cropped up.

Prof.Google helped me out on this one.

Are Sailors romantic because they were the first profession to really see the world and bring us unimaginable things from foreign destinations.

Which brings me, rather circuitously, to today’s random question

What’s your favorite candy?

Chocolate. Just chocolate. Not chocolate cake or puddings. Nothing too fancy.

Ponderings, in the Admiral Benbow on Monday night. Plenty of space for historical visitors from all centuries. Some nibs of chocolate in a leather pouch and tales of Calenture. Just fascinating.

Lola, meanwhile, thinks such pondering is overated. She could be right.

#804 theoldmortuary ponders

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What’s your favorite thing to cook?

I love cooking anything with British summer fruits. Not a thing I do much of in the depth of winter. But where cooking fails, art steps up. I had ordered some romantically named water colours in the depth of winter, they arrived on the cusp of February and the little test piece I painted when they arrived, had all the piquancy of my favourite summer puddings.

The names themselves are delicious.

School Disco

Byzantium

Caravan Green

Gooseberry

Rowan berry

I doodled away giving everything except Byzantium a run out on paper. To be honest I was being sidetracked.

I was actually supposed to be creating a pillowcase from an old pyjama jacket.

But the temptation to try the new paints suddenly became urgent. Probably because sewing the slippery fabric was as difficult as it had been to sleep in the pyjamas.

I didn’t give Byzantium a moment on the brush. I’m not sure why. But it gives me a fine excuse to have another doodle this weekend.These paints are all hand made by Tansy Horgan.

https://tansyhargan.bigcartel.com/

I have a project in mind that will need Byzantium. I am slightly concerned that Byzantium may be a bit of a bully. Caravan Green turned out to be exactly that. Hugely versatile on his own, but a little bit of a bully when mixing with others. Gooseberry was a dream,fading out to something imperceptibly beautiful the more dilute I made it.

School Disco was a dream. As pink and pushy as Barbie. I was always a rather conflicted Disco goer, particularly the termly torture of a School Disco. I loved to dance, but in that dreadful hierarchy of teenage years my acne and bookishness cast me as a wallflower. Not that I needed to be picked to be danced with. I have always had enough chutzpah to dance as if no-one is watching, but the judgement of the school ‘beautiful people’ is a harsh spotlight to step into.

And lastly Rowanberry.

Does anybody apart from birds eat a Rowanberry? The paint was fab. A super bright red/orange with a bitter edge. I can’t wait to pair it with Byzantium on a doodle.

Apparently it is a foraging classic.

Easy Homemade Rowan Berry Jelly

©LarderLove

Goodness it is good to get back to classic @theoldmortuary pondering. February really does feel like the start of something.

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#802 theoldmortuary ponders.

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What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

I am fairly risk averse so there are probably many things that I am scared to do. I just don’t confront them on daily, weekly or even annual basis. I am very far from a control freak but as an individual I very much like to be in control of my situations and destiny. Surrendering that control is a decision I like to make for myself. Trust, respect, experience, knowledge and love help me to surrender my desire to be in control. Anything that would make me take truly risky harmful decisions scares me and nothing is likely to change my thinking.

If that makes me sound timid or fearful. That is not the case at all.

‘ What’s the worst that could happen” is a fairly regular thought.

Creativity and knowledge grows in the spaces created by taking a calculated risk . It’s the uncalculated risks I avoid.

#790 theoldmortuary ponders.

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What makes a good leader?

Rather a subjective question this morning Bloganuary.

Good leaders are often those whose leadership is the result of organic growth rather than ambition. I prefer people who lead with considered opinions rather than certainty. I like a leader with a sense of their own self worth without an over inflated ego. I prefer appropriate action over ” talking the talk” I prefer time limited leadership. 3 years is about right. If things are all going wonderfully another 3 years can be granted if things are not quite so tickety-boo or the leader feels they have done enough then a change can be made with no loss of face.

My magpie mind has done me no good with regard to Leadership. I was about 12 when the quote below floated into my head like a dandelion seed and has stayed there ever since.

Goodness knows why this lodged in my adolescent mind. It has stuck with me and I have judged myself and others by this one sentence. Sadly this sentence is painfully true in many people who are put into or find themselves in leadership positions.

Beauty, sexual availability and physical strength, wealth and self-esteem, as well as suitability can all forge a path towards leadership. But whatever path gets you there the risk of being corrupted by the power is very real. Power is intoxicating to many. It really doesn’t matter if a leader is running a team of two other burger flippers or a country with nuclear weapons or anything in between the risk of corruption is always there.

So to answer the question. “What makes a good leader?”

In my somewhat skewed opinion. Knowledge, skill, humanity and collaboration. The ability to listen more than talk and to make appropriate decisions at the right time. To flex and pivot as circumstances change. A sense of personal style with a good moral compass in the same pocket as a smartphone. The moral compass should be used more often than the phone.

Why the cows?

Which of these cows would you choose as the leader?

They are a nod to the history of the buildings they are near.

The eager pink one is heading off in the direction of the abattoir. Not for me.

The green one needs lunch immediately. Not for me.

The orange one is ruminating, pondering the situation. Orange Cow you are my kind of woman.

Freedom in the shape of a tunnel is just a few steps away.

The path will be rocky.

But if she leads them in the right direction there will be wild flowers and lush grass to nibble at. I just hope her power is not corrupted along the way.

#789 theoldmortuary ponders

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If you could un-invent something, what would it be?

I have read a small amount of science fiction. Enough to know that tinkering with history is a tricksy thing in the hands of experts. I am clearly not an expert.

Un- inventing the Patriarchy and allowing women to flourish so that all societies had gender equilibrium from the get-go would be interesting.

6 million years of doing things differently. What would January 2024 look like ?

#719 theoldmortuary ponders

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War, Peace and Gangnam

What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

If something is successfully skipped from a routine, often enough, I would suggest that it is no longer in the routine. I routinely read the daily prompts from Jetpack, via my WordPress Blog platform. But I skip them more often than I respond. I don’t try to skip them. They are mostly of no interest and eminently skippable. Unless like this one I can give it a few moments of ponder. Before I pondered or blogged on a daily basis I already took random photographs The two I am sneaking into this blog were taken 5 years ago in Seoul. They have appeared in blogs before but they are actually 5 years old today, so an anniversary outing and a random ponder with nowhere to go is a useful combination.

Dozing over a book.

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What are your favorite websites?

32 years ago this was not even a question. The first website went up in 1991.

In 1991 a favourite website looked like this.

In 1991 we would all have been quite used to questions about our favourite music, food or books and any other of millions of experiences. For most of us these questions cause a fair amount of thinking/pondering. Favourite things need placement, timing and circumstance. You could ask me to create a list of my ten favourite things today and I could probably come up with an interesting list. Tomorrow that list might have some different answers. Next year my list may be significantly different. I am fairly certain a favourite website will never feature in my lists. However reliant I am on the World Wide Web I can’t see a time when I would ever bother to have, or even think about having a favourite website. The real world is so much more worthy of being favourited.

#704 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Here I am the original Halloween grinch starting a blog with a carved pumpkin on the 31st of October. Needs must. I have 3 granddaughters, something has to give. Hannah, who has lived in North America, feels much warmer towards the event and carved a vomiting pumpkin.

I am going to have to find a way around my long held dislike. Eventually I can introduce the small people to the Mexican Day of the Dead. A festival I very much admire, who wouldn’t want one last party before entering a different realm.

Maybe we will enter a new phase of marking Halloween with pumpkins good food and wholesome autumness. A Harvest Festival/ Halloween mash up. Maybe with some magic wishes from good witches thrown in.

As if by magic, coincidence or me being sneaky the blog host suggestion for today mentions wishes from a genie. Agnostic in the mystical world and the religious I will take my wishes from whatever source is offering them.

You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?

World Peace and good health for all knocks off two wishes instantly. But the third would have to stay in my pocket. I would need to observe the chaos I had caused by using the first two. No one ever gives parameters or protocols with wishes. The strength or longevity of the wish is never mentioned. Surely wishes should come with a set of instructions or a users guide. Improvising or just hoping for the best seems somewhat irresponsible. Maybe my very first wish should be for some learned guidance, in life and in fantasy.

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A year ago my October morning dog walks were spent on Wimbledon Common. I was in London giving Nana support to my freshly delivered granddaughter. As is the nature of such a visit the weeks passed into rather a blur but walking on the common daily was a great way to experience nature starting the shutdown for winter.

I am not a winter person. Short days are not my thing. Now I am no longer constrained by working impossibly long days in a hospital I find October to be my most prolific walking month. Any excuse and the dogs are put on a lead and we go out for additional day time walks.

The photos that pop up in my image archive reflect this.

This spider web is from a Cornish October walk and a fresh one from this week is below.

I’m really not certain what compels me to be out and about quite so much. My need for daylight almost feels like a thirst. It helps that as long as there is no rain, October walks can still be taken in sandals and without a coat.

Autumn in its purest form is a fabulous season. I just feel conflicted by it.

I love the idea of Firework Night on the 5th of November, a strange celebration of a plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament. A British autumnal tradition that eases us towards winter . Just a few days earlier I dislike and avoid Halloween, with all its tacky plastic spookiness and begging children. But without Halloween I would not get to experience the beauty of pumpkins, and the adult I have become knows that Fireworks are really a very hard thing to defend for many reasons

So where am I with October and Autumn. There is an element of grieving for the summer past and anticipation for the festive season to come. Acceptance that there will no longer be warm days and the first inklings of planning for the festive season, something I love.

I think my need to be out and about , feeling nature in autumn turn towards winter is complex and only a recent discovery. Only obvious once I had given up full-time work in artificial light. Now I think I need to harvest daylight while I can. Something I would never have considered in my working life.

October. It makes you think.